House Of Balloons Glass Table Girls Lyrics | The Weeknd

(House Of Balloons)

Been in another level since you came, no more pain
Look into my eyes, you can recognize my face
You're in my world now, You can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me
Oh, you belong to me

If it hurts to breath open the window
Oh your mind wants to leave but you can't go

This is a happy house
We're happy here in our happy house
Oh this is fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun... ooh

Music got you lost
Night pass so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, ain't ready for the day shift

This place will burn you up
But baby it's okay, my niggas aer next door
And they working in the trap, get naughty If you want

Don't blame on me that I didn't call you home
Don't blame on me girl, cause you wanted to have fun

If it hurts to breath open the window
Oh your mind wants to leave but you can't go

This is a happy house
We're happy here in our happy house
Oh this is fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun... ooh

(Glass Table Girls)

Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out

Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Then watch us chase it
With a handful of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
And she bad in a head band
Escaping, her van is a Wonderland
And it's half-past six
Read skies cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib
And we can test out the tables
Got some brand new tables
All glass and it's four feet wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I get her wetter than a wet nap

And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo
"I heard he do drugs now"
You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute
We just never act a fool
That's just how we fuckin' livin
And when we act a fool
It's probably cause we mixed it

Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal
Ain't no fuckin' phony
Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fucking beat
Like he fuckin' told me

"Is that your girl, what's her fucking story? "
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man
Be her fuckin' story
Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man
Get to know me

Ain't no offense though
I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out